A Kingpin's Dream 3

by Briana Crosby

  “Miracle, ma, I don’t know what to say,” I said trying to hug her. She pushed me away and smirked while she shook her head.

  “You think you can just show up to my fucking house unannounced without apologizing? I just expressed my feelings. Spilling my fucking heart out to you, and you just sat up here and claimed you don’t know what to say. How about a fucking sorry, Turk, I swear you are a fucking child. I bet you expect me to sit here and wait for you, well guess what that’s not about to happen. I’m moving the fuck on.” She said as more tears fell from her eyes. Those last four words cut me deep, it was just something about Miracle dating another man that had me about to go crazy. Miracle was still standing here by the grace of God and Kenneth, because I swear I would have fucked her up.

  “Cat got your tongue, Turk? You can’t speak now? Get the fuck out of my house.”

  “I ain’t going no fucking where, you want me out this mothafucka then you better physically put my ass out,” I boomed. I didn’t give a fuck about Kenneth sleeping upstairs. Shit, I knew if he woke up his lil ass would come running into my arms. Then I would really have to stay. Yeah, nigga, get louder so you can stay in this bitch, I laughed at my thoughts.

  Laughing was something I shouldn’t have done because she socked my ass in the jaw. I swear my mothafucking mouth seemed liked it was turned all the way to the left, fam. Shit felt like my mothafucking jaw detached from the mothafucking bone. I held the side of my face looking like a bitch that had just been slapped. A nigga was fucking appalled to say the least. She was standing there all tough and shit breathing all hard as if she had really fucked me up.

  “GET THE FUCK OUT,” she screamed. I smiled at her and rubbed my jaw before I checked it out in the mirror that rested near the door.

  “You hit like a bitch, fam,” I said laughing at her. A couple of seconds later she socked my ass with a pillow. That shit hit my eyeballs so hard that I literally went blind. My hands was moving frantically on the walls while I kept my eyes shut trying to find her ass. Miracle began running around the living room, because she knew if I caught her ass I was gone fuck her up.

  “Yeah, nigga, who hits like a bitch now? Leave my damn house before I hit you again.” She threatened. By the tone in her voice I could tell she was hyped as fuck.

  “You fucking hit my eyeballs, fam, you putting bricks in pillows now? I swear when I regain my eye sight I’m fucking you up,” I threaten.

  “Turk, I hit you with a Serta pillow. It’s one of the softest pillows on the market, now stop acting like a bitch and get out of my house.”

  “Miracle give me a towel with water on it, so I can wipe my eyes. I can’t see for shit. Once you give me the damn towel I’ll leave.”

  All of a sudden there was silence. Seconds later I could hear the faucet in the kitchen turn on then off followed by footsteps coming my way.

  “Here, now hurry up so you can leave.”

  I snatched the towel out of her hand and started rubbing the shit out of my eyes. I was faking. I could easily open my eyes, but I wanted to play her game. Once I was done, I opened my eyes and stared at her.

  “Get out, Turk. I don’t want any trouble plus Kenneth is upstairs.” I slowly walked towards her as she began backing away. It took everything in me not to pick her up and take her ass upstairs. I wanted to fuck the shit out of this girl, everything she did just turned a nigga on. She was the only one who could talk to my ass any kind of way, and hit my ass and I found it sexy. Maybe this chick was my match.

  “Turk,” she said one more. Once her ass touched the wall our bodies clashed and I immediately started kissing her. I held her still as she tried to push me away as our tongues intertwined. She tasted like cherries and smelled of vanilla. “Turk, no we can’t do this. Just stop,” she moaned. Moaning was the last thing she should have done, because I was now aware that she liked what I was doing. My hands palmed her ass as I stuck my tongue back into her mouth.

  “You miss me just as much as I miss you, ma, stop acting out and admit it,” I whispered.

  “Turk, stop…please stop.”

  “Tell me you miss me, Miracle,” I demanded.

  “Turk, stop…fucking stop,” she yelled as tears slid down her cheeks. I stepped back and looked at her and was honestly confused. She was just moaning and now her ass had tears sliding down her face. I now realized that I would never be able to understand women. They were just some emotional ass creatures, fam.

  “Turk, do you want to be with me?” she asked. She stared at me as if she were searching for my soul. I always hated when women asked those types of questions. Usually I would tell a bitch no, but Miracle was different. I did want her, just not now.

  “TURK,” she screamed.

  “Miracle, I want you. It’s just complicated right now, ma. In the future we gone have our family. I’m just asking you to wait for me. Wait for us, and I promise I got you, ma.” I said as I smiled.

  “Do you really think I’m about to wait for you to get your shit together when it’s niggas out here that’s literally begging to be with me, Turk? Get the fuck out of my face.” She screamed. Tears were literally pouring from her eyes by now. I stood there looking dumbfounded. I thought the explanation I gave her would calm her down, but it only caused more drama.

  “Turk, this heart break you’re taking me through is excruciating. I cried myself to sleep for days after you left me. You showed me how you felt about me and you’re showing me how you really feel now. I’m done with you, I hate you, and you need to get out of my face before I call the police,” she said walking towards her cell phone. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her neck. My freehand traveled up her thighs as I nibbled on her earlobe. No matter how many times she told me to leave I couldn’t. I needed her just as bad as she needed me right now. I loved her, and I wanted to make love to her.

  “Turk, get off of me…stoppppp….no...Please,” she moaned as my hand made its way to her pearl. I slowly massaged it as I whispered in her ear.

  “You and I both know that I ain’t never going anywhere and neither are you, Miracle. We may be going through some shit right now but it definitely ain’t over. It will never be over. You signed a contract, remember?” I lifted her up and placed her over my shoulder as I began walking up the steps.

  “Where are we going, Turk?”

  “I’m about to make love to you. I’m about to remind you why you will never leave me.”

  BRIANA

  “Persia, are you sure you want to do this? I mean don’t you think this a little bit too much? All you have to do is stay with Adonis and I, this loft is a bit much.” I watched Persia as she pulled a vase out of the brown moving box that sat on the floor. Within a week she found a loft in downtown Chicago. Not only that, it was where Turk lived. She claimed she’d feel safer if she knew her cousin was upstairs from her. Persia claimed she wanted to be so low-key yet she did the dumbest thing. Once Turk found out she was downstairs from him, you better believe he was telling Ramses.

  “Briana, I told you before that I wanted my own place. I’m fine, girl. Plus this is temporary.”

  “So you’ve talked to Ramses?”

  “If we talk on the phone it’s for about two minutes, he really trying to avoid me, Briana. Shit hurting me deep down,” she said as a couple of tears slid down her cheeks. I was sitting on the sofa, but as soon as my best friend started crying I got up and began comforting her. Ramses just wasn’t avoiding her, he was avoiding everybody except for Adonis. Adonis told me that he tried to speak some sense into him, but he wasn’t trying to hear shit, which was bad because Persia had been really stressing.

  “Our doctor’s appointment is tomorrow, Briana. I’m just worried that he won’t show up. That would hurt me to the core. I can’t go through this alone. I need him,” she cried.

  I grabbed a Kleenex from its box and wiped her tears with them. “Persia, if he doesn’t show up then I’ll come with you. We can go together, I’ll support you. You know I got y
ou.”

  “Yeah, but it’s not the same. You’re not the baby’s father, Briana. I want him to be there not you.”

  “Well excuse me, bitch, at least I tried,” I said hitting her arm. She immediately started laughing and it warmed my heart. That was the Persia I knew. Not the one that cried every 5 minutes because of Ramses’ ass. I walked over to the box that held the rest of Persia’s new items and began un-wrapping them. The doorbell suddenly rang, and we both looked at each other with a surprised look on our face.

  “Did you invite anybody over here,” she whispered.

  “No, I didn’t. Why would I invite anyone to your new spot, Persia?” I shot back in a hushed tone.

  “Briana, what if Ramses knows I’m here? What if he’s coming to get me?” She panicked.

  “Isn’t that what the fuck you want? Wasn’t you just crying over his ass?”

  “He needs to chase me first, I’m just not going to willing go back to him, he put me out, he needs to work for me again.”

  As I shook my head and rolled my eyes I wobbled my ass to the front door. Once I looked through the peephole I exhaled and smirked at Persia. “Bitch, I forgot I invited Miracle over,” I said as I opened the door. Persia placed her hand over her heart and breathed a sigh of relief. As Miracle walked past me I could tell something was different about her. Persia looked at me for a brief second before we looked at Miracle again. She walked over to the couch and plopped down as she pulled out her phone.

  “Miracle, what is up with your appearance? You always have your hair laid, you always looking bomb. This the first time I’ve seen you look tore up, girl.” I said.

  “Turk and all his fucking drama.” She explained. I exhaled again because I was about to have to give out more advice. Persia ran over to the couch and sat down next to us. “Spill the beans,” she said liking that the attention wasn’t on her situation anymore.

  “Well, last week Turk shows up at my door step unannounced, right? We argue back and forth for a while and I tell him to leave. He doesn’t, he picks my ass up, takes me upstairs, and fucks the life out of me. Had me screaming out all types of shit. I was literally speaking in tongues. Nigga had me praising his ass during the sex. Then the next morning I wake up hoping I can get in a round two before school and this nigga is nowhere to be found. Instead of waking me up and telling me how it is, this nigga leaves a note on the pillow where his head was supposed to be.”

  “What did the note say,” Persia and I asked in unison.

  “It said that right now he knows that he wants me. Sooner or later we will be together, just be patient with him because he has some shit he has to deal with and other shit. Then this nigga had the nerve to write. P.S. Your pussy was bomb fam with a fucking smiley face.”

  Persia and I burst out laughing, but quickly stopped when Miracle glared at us. I was actually happy that I wasn’t the center of attention anymore. Ramses and Persia, who appeared to be the perfect couple, were going through some deep shit, then here sat Miracle whose happiness evolved around Turk. Then I thought about the conversation I had with Barbra back when she was in the hospital. Even though I was the only person in that hospital room when she spoke those powerful words to me, I felt as though it was my duty to relay the message to my friends.

  “Grams told me awhile back to never rely on a man for you happiness, never get so engulfed in his life that you forget about your own. Miracle, you came in here looking tore up. This man has you physically looking bad. Persia, you too. Y’all sitting here constantly crying over these men when I know they ain’t doing the same over y’all.”

  “Briana, I know you ain’t fucking talking because you stayed leaving Adonis.” Persia shot back.

  “Yeah I did, but that nigga came back just as soon as I left looking for my ass. I didn’t spend countless hours crying over his ass. When I wanted to leave Adonis I was ready to leave his ass in the past and move on,” I said seriously.

  “You was serious until his ass showed up at Persia’s house with that gun,” Miracle said as she and Persia shared a laugh.

  “Y’all missing the point. Basically what I’m trying to say is mingle with other men. Test the waters,” I said.

  “What the fuck you mean test the waters, Briana? You trying to get me and Miracle killed? Girl, I ain’t testing no type of waters, and the only fountain my ass is drinking from is Ramses’. He would literally kill my ass if I even thought about entertaining another man.” Persia stated.

  “I never said you had to get with any man, Persia. If y’all go to a club looking cute then word will get around that Ramses’ pregnant girlfriend is in the club entertaining other men. You know how these niggas talk. They go overboard with gossip, once Ramses and Turk here’s the news, they’ll come looking for you. Y’all want y’all men back, right? Well do what I say.” I said.

  “That ain’t a bad idea, Bri. I’m down if Persia is. I’m just worried about a pregnant ass Persia being in a club full of belligerent ghetto people.”

  “Bring Bucky with y’all, she can protect y’all.” I mentioned.

  “So you aren’t going, Briana?” Persia asked as she looked at me sideways.

  “No, I’m not trying to get killed. Plus this y’all problem. Adonis said he needed me at the warehouse tonight anyway, so I couldn’t go even if I wanted too.” Persia looked at Miracle as if she was in deep thought.

  “We doing this or what? I want my man back. I know it’ll look ratchet to be in a club while I’m pregnant, but he needs to realize that I’m not that bitch to fuck with.”

  “Neither am I,” Miracle said as she and Persia slapped hands.

  “Now when they come running back, and believe me they will… don’t give in…play hard to get,” I mentioned as I got up and walked into the kitchen. I began taking more things out of the moving boxes while I left them sitting there thinking about what they were going to do. Now I didn’t know if this plan would actually work, but it couldn’t hurt to try in my eyes. I just hoped my ass didn’t get blamed for it if shit went left.

  MIRACLE

  I sat there and thought about what I was going to wear tonight. Persia obviously wasn’t going to get any numbers, because her ass was damn near eight months pregnant with a stomach the size of a watermelon, but me? My ass was definitely about to score a fine ass man tonight. Briana’s plan didn’t say anything about actually finding someone to mingle with and keeping him around, but that’s exactly what I planned to do. I was such a beautiful girl with a good head on her shoulders, and I was not about to sit around and wait for Turk to grow up. “I’m going to help you guys unpack then I’m taking my ass home and preparing for tonight’s festivities.” I said as I got up and walked to the kitchen.

  It literally took two hours unpacking all of Persia’s things. Once we were done, I kissed both of them on their cheek and promised that I would pick Persia up at exactly 10:00pm. Once I was in my car Turk seemed to cloud my thoughts again. All of the things he put me through within the last week were just down right wrong. I failed to tell the girls that a female had called my phone asking for him last night. I looked so bad today because I literally took Kenneth to my mom’s house right after the call ended and camped out in my car outside of his apartment building. I wanted to see who the bitch was that had his attention so much. Call me crazy if you want to but love would make you do things you never imagined yourself doing. He ended up coming out of the front entrance to his apartment building by himself. Once I saw him drive off, I went straight to Persia’s.

  Briana’s little plan for tonight was perfect. Being the baddest bitch in that club tonight was so important to me. Not only that but I was sure I was going to bag a baller. I called my mom and told her that I would get Kenneth later on tomorrow evening. I planned on getting a little tipsy as well, and I didn’t need Kenneth seeing me with a hangover.

  I pulled in front of my house and literally ran inside. I threw my things on the couch and raced upstairs, so that I could turn the water for the
shower on and plug in my flat irons. It was 8:00pm which meant I had an hour and thirty minutes to get ready. I walked into my closet and pulled out a little black dress that fit my body to perfection. The strap up all black heels that went with it were perfect. I laid them both on the bed and started taking off all of my clothes.

  I stepped into the shower and lathered my body with Bath & Body Works Cashmere Glow body wash. I washed every crevice of my body and then rinsed off. Once all the soap that once adorned my body was gone, I stepped out and grabbed my satin robe off of the counter and tied it around my waist. I let my hair fall onto my shoulders and began massaging coconut into my skin. I wanted my skin to glow and feel like silk tonight.

  My phone began ringing and my brows furrowed in confusion. I walked over to my nightstand and looked at the screen. It was Turk. I wanted to answer the phone so badly just to go off on him, but I had a better plan for him tonight. I pressed ignore on the screen and walked over to my vanity, so that I could touch up my hair and apply a little bit of makeup. Since I was rocking all black tonight, I decided on a Smokey eye, plus it would complement the green hue of my eyes. I touched up my roots with my flat iron, so that my hair my would be bone straight.

  I looked myself over in the mirror and was satisfied with my appearance. I got up and walked over to the bed and untied the robe. Once it fell to the floor, I grabbed the dress and put it on. No, I didn’t want to wear panties tonight. I’m sure if Turk was going to come looking for me his ass would check there first, and I wanted him to have all the speculation he wanted about me fucking another man. Once the dress was completely on, I was surprised that it fit my body a little tighter than I thought it would.